Huggies or Drypers

In a few days, I will attend my first Baby's First Month celebration. The closest thing we have to a Western Baby Shower, the guests usually bring something useful for the Mum/Baby and leave with Dyed Red Eggs and Sponge Cake. I'm not sure of the relevance of the guest's gifts but, hey they're usually tasty enough. Maybe I'll find out this Sunday. Anyway a colleague for M/s L has just gone and had little Baby E, and I mentioned it to my Dad when we were out today. He said buying diapers was usually a good idea, and when I texted the New Mum, she said Huggies or Drypers. So a-hunting I will go over the next few days for Huggies or Drypers.

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Today was a strange day. I woke up with the full intention of just staying home and ordering Pizza in, and ended up all over in places I never thought of. It first started when I woke up and realised my Dad was still home. He asked me to go to Johor Bahru with him, and looking at the sky (cause it seemed nice and clear today), said OK. So off we went to JB, and had fish porridge for lunch. Then we went grocery shopping, and he ran some errands. We managed to cross the border back to Singapore by 4:00pm, and straight away headed downtown to run more errands.

First stop was Change Alley, where I finally went to change money for my upcoming Japan trip with Joaquin. Then we headed to Marina Square to collect some home entertainment system for my Grandmama that she got with some credit card promotion. It was when my Dad was topping up his ERP card for the car that he got a call from my Grandmama that derailed the rest of our plans. She was in Plaza Singapura, and in a lot of pain. She wanted my Dad to come over and help her. She also mentioned she couldn't walk.

So off we went, first to a Church Friend's house to borrow his wheelchair. Recently he had gotten into an accident. While rounding a bend in his spiffy 500cc motorbike (I think), he had lost his balance and fell off the motorbike. The motorbike then fell on top of him, and broke his leg. Anyway, he had a wheelchair handy, so my Dad drove to his place to borrow it.

Then we headed to Plaza Singapura to pick up Mama and Matthew, who had gone there to watch a movie and have lunch. They were sitting in the food court.

Then we drove to Tan Tock Sing Hospital's Accident and Emergency department, which was quite a mess. We waited about 30 minutes for her the see the triage nurse. Then Mama got directed to the X-Ray department and we couldn't follow her any longer, so I took Matthew back to Mama's in a cab, then headed home myself.

I feel quite headachy now. Need to plan for tomorrow's relief teaching class at 1pm. 

Dilbert and Haze

I sort of feel a bit like this now from work. Am feeling really tired and would LOVE to just stop teaching and be able to clear all those compositions that have been weighing on my mind. Unfortunately that's not about to happen any time soon. Instead the haze has gone and reduced my productivity by at least 30% by making me feel giddy and mentally displaced from whatever is in front of me. I took an MC today, hoping that I could rest and get well for the rest of the week, unfortunately the damn thing's gone and peaked at 290+ which means my resting today could well nigh be in vain.

I'm currently reading Vanity Fair now by William Makepeace Thackeray. I can't remember when I started it, Saturday or Sunday evening perhaps, and am now quite besotted. Only thing I must say about it that's bad is that it is slow paced (considering I just finished a PD James novel - Death in Holy Orders) and it is INCREDIBLY heavy and thick, making reading it in a comfortable position pretty unattainable.

I currently taste smoke and ash at the back of my throat. Seriously. 

Dustbin

Yesterday I went out with my Dad to pick up Ryan and go to Toyogo to buy plastic drawers. There, I found a nice small dustbin for $1.80. We bought the dustbin. For the past week or so, I've been dustbin-less in the office because the Cleaning Aunty took the bin away, because some asshats have been throwing food leftovers into the bin. It's like nevermind that we're university educated professionals, we're still not mature enough to have our own damn bin because people aren't civic-minded enough. Anyway stupid shit tossed into the bin aside, I realised the Cleaning Aunty couldn't take the bin away if it was a proper plastic thing, rather than a makeshift bin made of a cardboard box. So yeah I bought a bin. I'll bring it after the next makeshift bin gets tossed away, since I managed to make one just last Friday, complete with a sign telling people to NOT TOSS FOOD WASTE into it. 

Quite tired because I stayed late to work in the office, and I still have more to prepare for lessons tomorrow. Urgh. 

I have a supermassive craving for Thosai now ):

156

Took the 156 back home today as usual, except this time I got one of those old early 2000s type rickety-shuddery buses rather than the new sleek stable ones. The interior was pretty dark as some of the ceiling lightbulbs has blown, and the windows were frosted beyond belief with thick droplets on condensation. In short you couldn't really read on the bus (as I am wont to do every time with BBC on my phone) or look thoughtfully out the window. Plus I started to develop a headache from being shaken about. I tried closing my eyes initially, but somehow felt even worse. Instead as the bus trundled  down its route, I started looking around.

As a prominent stop, a male Indian boy and a Chinese girl got on the bus and sat right in front of me. I mention the race because I have a soft spot for mixed race couples, and I was somehow eager to see something different on the bus. Maybe she'd lean on his shoulder or something. Anyway she soon got off, telling him to 'let her know how things go'. I was about to turn back to attempting to read the news of my phone when I noticed he was holding his phone up so high, that I could read his texts. My eyes were also drawn to the fact that he was typing 'Fuckkkkkkkkkk' into my phone.

Shamefully, I ended up eyes-dropping on him. There was simply nothing else to do on the bus to keep me stimulated or entertained, and I longed to be off and reach home. The best thing seemed to be keeping mentally occupied, so I wouldn't notice how damn slow the bus was moving. I surmised that he was probably texting a sister, as their exchange centered mainly around him being horrendously late for something, and the word that cropped up in almost every reply back to her was 'Fuckkkkkkkkkk' with multiple 'k's. Poor lad. I assume it's his Dad he's worried about, considering his age.

He got off a few stops before me, so I assume whatever he was fearing on the bus has either come true around now, or has already passed. This sort of reminds me a little about Das Leben Der Anderen, but is obviously more selfish and anti-social. Oops.

I had a long and tiring day at work.